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Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

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Posted on April 08, 2019 by Dorian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

How very certain Dorian was that, in all his time, he had never quite seen anyone so baffled by cake forks and yet, in turn, equally determined to master them as Brennan. His own silver gaze lingered upon the pirate as the man proceeded to all but stab the cupcake as if he stabbed an enemy with a sword. That very gesture so prompting the faintest of frowns upon the Monarch features and yet, he supposed, that Brennan had considered to the use of the right fork was perhaps victory in itself. His own head nodded in time with Serafina's at the insistence that he did, indeed, have the correct utensil. At last. Sebastian's arrival at that table was nothing short of entirely welcomed by the Fae King in ever sense. Dorian so hardly found himself terribly afraid of their current company and yet his very concerns over witches of any kind remained distinctly intact. Sebastian's presence so prompting a near visible relaxation to his frame. His husband, after all, so represented both comfort and safety to the Italian. His presence a near silent reassurance of sorts even if, he suspected, there was little Sebastian himself could do were Serafina, or any other witch, determined to cast a curse upon them. In the very least, were he to become entrapped within this house the way he had his palace he would surely have Sebastian with him.

His very efforts to be polite to his company however so readily prompted that query of Serafina's work to leave his lips. The woman insisting she managed a store in the West side of town without so providing but any hint of just what kind of store that might well be. How very odd. Still, he supposed, perhaps she simply disliked to discuss work. The Monarch hardly inclined to push such a line of question as he sipped readily at his own tea before enquiring instead as to whether or not she was married. After all, it would be distinctly....obscure, would it not, for an unmarried woman and an unmarried man to attend such an evening together, especially when it was so they were not courting? The very relationship between Brennan and the young witch nothing short of baffling toward him. Brennan, after all to very clearly had some sort of feelings towards the girl. Dorian hardly oblivious to the fashion in which the warlock seemed Serafina. That very notion that this might be the girl Brennan had spoken of at the bar so near suddenly taking hold within his mind in near the same moment as Serafina confirmed she was unmarried. His gaze so shifted between the pair a moment and yet he was perhaps distinctly more inclined to understand that very situation now! Dorian so hardly choosing to comment further upon Serafina's marital status. Later perhaps, he might well ask Sebastian just who Serafina's fated lover was when it was so clearly not the destined to be the Brennan The Pirate.

That sudden query upon gardening so readily prompted Dorian's attention to shift back to Serafina in turn, the Fae King once more making a distinct effort not to allow his gaze to linger upon the women's plunging neckline and ample, rounded breast that he could so hardly deny was, well, rather alluring even if his very marriage so assured he had chosen to forgo such womanly figures for the rest of his existence. The Monarch still distinctly unused to a woman wearing anything so decidedly revealing at the tea table! Serafina's comment upon the greenery of those gardens was nothing short of well-observed, Dorian distinctly careful with those answers. His affinity for life, after all, was one kept firmly between Sebastian and himself. Any such answers however, were all but obliterated from his mind by the sudden feel of Serafina's foot so suggestively sliding up his leg!

How quickly that flush of red returned to his cheeks! That blush feeling nothing short of hot upon his features. Dorian so becoming distinctly and notably flustered in that very moment. So much so that he very nearly spilled his tea! His words equally lacking their usual charisma as he so struggled to retain that good manner in the wake of that near devilish touch. Surely she did not mean such a thing did she? Surely it had been a mere accident. Perhaps she had mistaken his leg for Brennans and yet given their position at that table such a thing seemed distinctly unlikely. How readily the Monarch so felt his lover's gaze upon him in those moments. Dorian so attempting to offer Sebastian a look of reassurance. One he was hardly assured the man believed. Dorian hurriedly moving his legs away as Brennan so commented on Serafina's apparent lack of enjoyment for gardening at all. The Witch quick to counter that it was the herbs she was surely interested in. The Fae King so hardly assured how he felt about providing a witch the very ingredients she required to concoct such things!

Dorian so readily lifted that tea to his lips a final time in some effort to regain but some measure of composure once more. The Monarch requesting Charles bring them that book in the veritable hopes that its presence might somehow attract the young woman's attention elsewhere. Brennan, in that moment, so lamenting how very desperately he surely needed that book. The Pirates resources and assistance so beginning to run dry. Was there truly no one in the city whom could assist him? Perhaps he might make enquiries on Brennan's behalf? In the very least Alexander and Matteo, with such advanced ages, might well know someone or something on the manner. Dorian so considering the thought before Brennan spoke of a 'portal' he had recently sealed. One that had so apparently spilled 'Demon Creatures' out into the city.

"Can anyone see these creatures or are they only visible to you?"

It was, Dorian was assured, a distinctly terrifying prospect to consider such beasts loose in the city! Yet, he had seen no report nor heard of any attack from such creatures. Perhaps it was Brennan alone they hunted or indeed, Brennan alone whom could see them. Dorian, with his ever curious mind, so considering that possibility.

"What does one use to fight a Demon Creature? I might, perhaps, have something to assist you."

Did traditional weapons, in any sense, even harm such a thing as a Demon? Brennan, for all his obscurity and inability to use cake forks was, Dorian had decided, a rather.....good person. Deep down. The Monarch rather unwilling to see the man injured or worse by these apparent creatures. His lack of knowledge on such things perhaps hampering his on ability to assist. Sebastian so quiered further upon that 'curse' Brennan had fallen to. Dorian distracted from that very conversation by Serafina once more- and the feel of her distinctly feminine hand resting upon his knee. She lent forward just so in that moment. That very action only further highlighting the sweet roundness of her breast, her words a veritable purr. That fliritation utterly unmistakable within her voice as she enquired after those plants. Dorian so hardly believing it was plants the woman desired in any sense and yet how quickly his thoughts became near addled as he hand slide further and further up his thigh. Such boldness! Dorian assured he could hardly remember a time any woman had been near so daring with him and when his husband was seated right beside him!

"I...well.....I think very much out of plants."

How entirely foolish such a sentence sounded when his back garden was near awash with those very things! Dorian so hardly assured whether it was Serafina's hand or his own foolishness that saw his cheeks flare for the third time that evening. His readily thrumming heart so surely clear to Sebastian alone and yet what a scandal it would be to accuse Serafina of such things at the tea table! Dorian veritably caught between manner, politeness and his own wedding vows! His own hand slipped easily beneath that table then to capture the young woman's own and cease its upward advance before she so came to the realisation that her very touch had so prompted at least something off a reaction from his figure, how could it not? Undesired or otherwise he was so hardly immune to those caresses. Dorian quite assured merely standing up was now equally out of the question least anyone else become away of his predicament. The Monarch so attempting to subtly press her hand away with his own. Dorian fighting for that composure once more.

"What I mean to say is that I don't think I have any of the plants you might desire but your welcome to explore the garden to search for anything that might be of use to you. Charles or Elizabeth can escort you after tea if you'd like. Outside. By yourself."

How very pointed a look that woman was so afforded then. Dorian assured that such a look was surely enough to tame her....desires. Wasn't it? Yet still that very note of...panic so existed within the Monarch all the same. A witch, of all creatures, so holding desires for himself so readily causing that discord. His own affinity so silently and unknowingly flaring to life in those moments to ensnare Sebastian and so prompt within the vampire those desires to protect him. Dorian wholly oblivious to that power. Sebastian, so unfortunately, hardly knowing just what to so protect his lover from in turn! The arrival of that book so shifting the Monarch's attention then. Dorian so attempting to shift his legs once more out of Serafinas reach, a hopeless endeavour really. The woman, in the least, so appearing distracted by Brennan's mark and its ability to glow. How very curious! Serafina asking after some sort of...demonic....barnacle as Dorian so took that book from Charles with a word of thanks before handing it towards Brennan.

"It is terribly old, far older than even myself. I hope it will be of use to you. It has some languages in it even I cannot read."